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I remember it hurts, looking at her hurts…

There are two types of people: hopeless romantics and realists. A hopeless romantic is one who gets convinced that it is destiny putting him/ her with a particular someone; while a realist just sees that face, and just packs the other person in every other one he has seen before. (Stuck in Love)

A hopeless romantic can easily get hurt, and well, maybe…. Well, I used to be towards the romantic side but well… yes, reality does check in. It is definitely a lesson learned. Was going to say the more beautiful a memory is, the more painful it is to leave. This is pretty much true, but well, life is only meaningful when you can convince yourself that it is.

Anyway, I mean, life is a journey, and we are all on this ride. Moving on is a compulsory process. No one can be with you forever. The truth is, we come to this world alone, and we leave this world exactly the same way. But all I would say, is that ‘You were that pure, lovely, little apple of my eyes’, and that pureness, and loveliness shalt never fade.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
(Shakespeare, Sonnet 18)

P.S. A good song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPD-a1FjUtU

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Having studied English literature for two and a half semesters, I genuinely think that the creative pick-up lines nowadays can really be categorized as ‘literature’.

Literature comes from human life, just as Wordsworth claimed, poetry should come from rural life. John Keats had a humble life, and became a great writer. What does it tell us? Literature originates from human life, as writers get inspired from what they see in human life.

Pick up lines, or chat up lines, are as Wordsworth mentioned, human language, as they are actually uttered by normal people. One of my favourite writer, John Keats, also included a pick-up-line-like line in his letter to Fanny Browne, saying ‘I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.’ He, as a Romantic writer, is, in my opinion, the beginner of the pink-up culture, a good, healthy, and sensible culture. I would imagine that, Wordsworth, who also agreed that literature comes from normal life, would love the pick-up-line culture, and expand the lines into rhymes, rhymes into poems, poems to a poetry collection. Yes, pick-up poems, pick-up books, pick-up passages that would help you through the ice-breaking process, and kill the dead air.

Do not underestimate the structure and techniques in pick-up lines, as far as I know, a successful pick up line is usually a highly metaphorical one, hopefully rhyme a bit. For example, ‘If you can build any kind of ship in the world, what would you build? I would build a relationship!’ This one is quite a metaphorical one, it may take the hearer a few seconds to realize what happened, its construction is detailed too, putting the ‘ship’ into the word ‘relation’ to make it work, clever. If you have read the poetry of Keats’, you would also find his work is as this line, highly metaphorical. So how can you not call good pick-up lines literature? The line ‘I have got XX kg of muscle of steel, and sex appeal.’ shows that pick up lines can rhyme. No matter how Wordsworth put forward the idea for blank verse, lines that rhyme are always better and more memorable.

Pick up lines are usually successful in making the hearer laugh, and it is usually the first step in building the possible ship, what ship? Relationship. But if you are going for one, don’t quote from Shakespeare for a pick-up line, because it is highly risky. Remember a quote from A Mid Summer Night’s Dream? ‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.‘ It can be seen as offensive. And for Much Ado About Nothing, ‘For which of my bad parts didst thou fall in love with me?’ Do not try it either, you might get a reply with the title of the play, ‘Just that one, but then I knew it was Much Ado About Nothing.’

Pick-up lines are generally inspired by creativity and the texts you read, the more you read, the more things you can make reference to. For instance, if you do not know anything about the Science, you can never come across the line ‘Hi, I need to accuse you of causing Global Warming because you are too hot.’ Wordsworh’s companion Coleridge is correct, poetry, or perhaps literature, is as logical as Science, but just deeper as it includes Science. There should be a course in English Literature degree called ‘Pick-up course’, because it is an integral part of ANY LITERATURE in the world, and is potentially a new favourite genre of literature. Yes, I am sure if a person can create a pick-up poetry, pick-up story, pick-up biography, or maybe a pick-up novel, he can probably be crowned as the next Keats!

 

 

A dream with Shakespeare

A dream with Shakespeare

Happy new year to all!

While preparing for the exams lately, I started to have some very weird dreams. Yesterday, I met one of our well-known playwright, William Shakespeare. It was great fun, and amazingly I remember quite much of the dream, so I decide to share it here. Probably, the reason for having such a dream is that I have prepared for the exam the course ‘Encounter with Shakespeare’ for quite a while. Here it goes….

I was in the town centre doing the countdown for new year (Hogmanay as I live in Scotland). It was 12, ‘Happy New Year!!!’ I heard, as people were shouting. While a nice-looking woman was coming towards me, and trying to give me a hug for the celebration, every one suddenly disappeared….

‘What happened?! Where is every one?! Is 2014 a year of…’
‘Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I write!’ Someone said to me from my behind.

I turned round, and got shocked…. as I saw a familiar face which appears on the cover of my Shakespeare course book.

Yes, it was Shakespeare, William Shakespeare.

‘Did…. did time-travel work? and why are you here?’ I asked.
‘Dost thou not know, thou art in my world?’ he said calmly.
‘Really? How did you come though?’ I started feeling like being in the world of the film Midnight in Paris.
‘Thou shalt not know, thou do not need to know. Come gentleman, I hope we shall drink down all the unkindness of 2013, and welcome the new year!’ he suggested.

He then drew something in air with his pen, and there came a table, with good wine, and food.
‘Fantastic! How did you do that!?’ I was surprised seeing that.
‘Thou fool, I am a writer! So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee! If this be error, and upon me prov’d, I never writ…’
‘Oh okay, I do not quite understand what you mean, but so nice to meet you! Why did you come to visit me?’
‘Thou art one of the characters I have ever created. I enjoy writing so much, and I just thought about celebrating New Year with one of my characters! Thou shalt feel lucky!’ he answered while giving me the glass of wine.
‘Oh really, so you made all people disappeared? And why did you choose me?’
‘I did, and why I chose thee? Not quite a reason, I thought about Hamlet and Leontes, but they are still mourning; Oberon and Titania but I am afraid of their magical liquid; and Viola and Olivia, but they are busy discussing about love. And, thou seem to be a choice.’
‘Oh I am glad!.’ I said with surprise, but still not quite believing what happened.

‘Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well-used. So I just use, or drink, it with thee! Happy new year, and cheers!’ He said while delivering the glass of wine to me.
We drank, I sang ‘A moment like this, some people wait a life-time, for a moment like this….’.
‘If love be music, play on.’ he seemed to appreciate my singing.

After the singing, he asked me about what I want to do in my future.
‘I am not sure yet, but probably something about writing?’ I answered, as writing is fun.
‘Be a writer then?’
‘To be, or not to be, that is the question. I do not know whether I am good enough in writing.’
‘That is not the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves! A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool. Thou would be alright I am sure!’ he gave me confidence, as we just finished our wine and food.

Ya, I do the Shakespeare course, and I should definitely ask him on his plays so that I could understand the plays for the exam!

‘Sir, I am doing a course about you in university, and I will be having an exam soon…’
‘Thou shalt not ask me anything. I am a writer, I write, not analyze for anyone. Thou would not ask Viola about her speech to Olivia, she speaks, she does not analyze for anyone. Same principle. Just do it, lad, no pressure!’
‘Oh yea, I should, and I have to do it properly!’ I answered with a bit disappointment, but it seems logic.

‘What time is it?’ he asked.
‘um… it is 3 in the morning, or you may say at night.’ I answered after checking my watch.
‘My friend, I have to go now, to go for Perdita’s wedding, it will begin soon! It is better 3 hours too soon than 1 minute late! Good night, good night! Parting is such a sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow!’ he said, while using his pen to draw himself a carriage.
‘Yes, good night, thank you for the good time!’ I waved at him.

Then I woke up. Yes, genuinely it was the mid-winter night’s dream! What a start for a new year!